That quiet, rugged laugh only adds to everything that Klaus is feeling, safety and fondness and love on top of pleasure that just keeps building and building until his thighs are trembling. All he can do his arch his back and cling to Obi-Wan, too dazed to really move at all.
When his hand glides down Klaus's body, his stomach tenses and he stares up at Obi-Wan's face in awe, mouth open and brow knitted slightly, whimpering as the pleasure grows to the point that he isn't sure how he could possibly contain it all.
And then those clever fingers drag over his clit. It's a light touch, hardly any pressure at all, and it still makes him cry out. He lifts a hand to grab the back of Obi-Wan's head, fingers twisting in his hair as Klaus's body curls up on his own accord. He presses their foreheads together and pants against Obi-Wan's mouth.
"Oh, oh," he moans, startled, because for a moment it all feels like too much, but then the pleasure crests and then just seems to explode, making him cry out and clutch almost desperately at Obi-Wan as his hips jerk through it, thighs quivering as it just seems to go on and on. "Fuck, Obi. Oh my God."
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When his hand glides down Klaus's body, his stomach tenses and he stares up at Obi-Wan's face in awe, mouth open and brow knitted slightly, whimpering as the pleasure grows to the point that he isn't sure how he could possibly contain it all.
And then those clever fingers drag over his clit. It's a light touch, hardly any pressure at all, and it still makes him cry out. He lifts a hand to grab the back of Obi-Wan's head, fingers twisting in his hair as Klaus's body curls up on his own accord. He presses their foreheads together and pants against Obi-Wan's mouth.
"Oh, oh," he moans, startled, because for a moment it all feels like too much, but then the pleasure crests and then just seems to explode, making him cry out and clutch almost desperately at Obi-Wan as his hips jerk through it, thighs quivering as it just seems to go on and on. "Fuck, Obi. Oh my God."